Erin vs Blaise PoW Match

[Noob]

Not wanting to lose her footing, a tired Erin had grabbed Blaise's waist. She soon felt herself being lifted off of her feet, quite the opposite of what she was afraid of. "Hnnng...hey!" She gasped as she struggled to stay grounded. That was a losing battle though and the redhead's feet were soon swinging in the air. Before she could tell Blaise to put her down he was already complying. Granted it was much harder than she would have liked.

The redhead hit the mat hard, her head bouncing off the mat after the impact. Erin would make little effort to get up after that and just let out a quiet groan as she lay sprawled out on her stomach. That one had seemed to really do a number on a now exhausted Erin. She would soon press her hands against the mat but there was no way she was getting right up. Despite a drive to keep going she needed to rest.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise lie beside her on his back, the two inverted to each other. His sleekly-toned body heaves with each labored breath, skin coated in a glistening sheen of sweat. His gaze rests on the ceiling lights, lips parted, heart pounding in his ears. He's used to this view. But he's used to it after having been pinned. It's like a whole new perspective, after just driving Erin - of all people - against the mat.

The referee is starting a double count-out. But Blaise twists onto his hip and props himself up on an elbow. He looks back to see Erin with her hands pressed to the mat. He has more energy than her. He has an opening. He has an opening!

With a grunt, he pools his energy and lifts to his full height. Hands reach down to grab the Irish brawler by the back of her head and jaw, pulling her up to her full height. Reaching forward, his arms hook around her waist to sweep the battered girl into the air upside-down, hugging her warm, sweaty body against his. Her breasts will be pressed tight against his abdominals, her toned belly against his defined pecs. Her hips will be poised at his face, and her face, likewise, pressed to his hips - and that unmistakably clear sign of his attraction to her.

Blaise doesn't intend on wasting this opportunity. He has a real chance to seize a clear advantage over a longstanding rival; someone who tormented him. The confusing feelings of intense attraction aside, he needs to take her out. And so - he drops. Unless she manages a reversal, the girl's head will be colliding with the mat again in a full tombstone piledriver, to be released after impact.

[Noob]

A rattled Erin was really struggling to regain her senses after being slammed face first into the ground. All she had managed so far was to push herself an inch off of the floor and groan. Having considered Blaise to be little more than an amateur at first, it was apparent that underestimating him that badly had been a big mistake on her part. Today he had done a good job of proving himself much to the redhead's dismay.

Before she knew it, Erin was back on her feet. However it wasn't by her own strength. The redhead was held up by her opponent with a slightly dazed expression on her face. Then things took a turn for the worst. Erin let out a quiet yelp as she found herself lifted into the air and turned upside down. The crowd roared in anticipation of what was to come. Meanwhile Erin winced as she felt her cheek pressed up against a bulge that was certainly not there at the beginning of the match.

Suddenly Blaise dropped. Erin's head hit the canvas with a loud thud. Despite somethings having a rather hard time getting through her thick skull, this impact definitely did the trick. When she was released the woman flopped to the floor sprawled out. Barely still awake, she just lay like that while her chest would slowly rise and fall.

[CyanDimitrik]

The temptation was there in the hold to keep it for a while; to indulge in keeping her pressed into himself like that. But With everything that's happened, it was an indulgence he just couldn't afford. He didn't just want to win this, he needed to. For him. For her.

And when she drops flat onto her back, the temptation flares again. The sense of her body against his is addicting - especially as it was moments ago. And she looks so inviting. He reaches down to lightly brush a palm against her cheek, but he stops himself from doing anything further. No. He needs her to be completely, securely, finished. No interruptions. This is a long pin.

The teen takes a heavy, but unsteady breath, and pushes himself up to his feet. With an impassioned roar, he rushes to the corner of the ring and whirls his frame up to the top ropes. Not a moment wasted perched, Blaise launches himself from the turnbuckle and whips his limbs back, pulling his sleek abdominals taut. A full-on frog splash is imminent, crashing his hard abs directly across Erin's unprotected, bare belly.

[Noob]

After the piledriver Erin was in rough shape. The Irish brawler had definitely seen better days. She could only let out a pained groan as she felt Blaise's hand against her cheek. She didn't know what he was thinking with that but at the moment she didn't care. Her head was pounding and she just wanted that to stop. Luckily for her Blaise was giving her some time to recover. Or at least that's what she was telling herself as she lay there struggling to regain her senses.

Meanwhile Blaise ad been climbing up the turnbuckle and planning his next move. She heard a loud roar and even she knew what was coming next. The redhead would desperately try and force her body to move. It was no use though. Aside from a slight repositioning she just couldn't muster the strength to push herself up. It wasn't long before Blaise had taken advantage of that fact. The crowd roared as he leaped into the air and crashed down right onto Erin's stomach.

Whatever fight Erin still had in her left with a loud groan. The ring shook with the impact that had practically flattened Erin. If she hadn't been before, the woman was now completely out of it. Now fairly motionless it was clear she didn't have the strength to continue.

[CyanDimitrik]

Frog splashes are always two-sided. On one hand, the person receiving the impact is in terrible shape afterwards. All the weight of the other person is slamming down directly across her stomach. On the other hand, the other person - Blaise, here - is landing directly on his abs, as well. After the impact, it's a couple seconds of Blaise groaning softly over her.

Erin's giving even less resistance, though. Did he do it? Did he beat Erin? God, the pin is such a long one. Does he really have her?

The teen squirms over her, rotating his body to lie directly over his Irish foe. His legs shift to nudge hers apart, twining his limbs with hers in a mild grapevine. His hips lock against hers, that persistent firmness mashed tight to her. His abs lie flush against her bare stomach, his toned pectorals mashing over her thinly-covered breasts. His hands reach for her wrists, pinning her hands at either side of her head. His face hovers centimeters from hers, every labored, heated pant beating against her lips. Bright blue eyes fixate on her face, studying her intently.

The referee drops beside the pair to begin slapping the mat.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

[Noob]

At this point Erin offered no resistance as Blaise maneuvered himself over her, lying with his face a few inches from hers. His body pressed down lightly against her and she could feel her chest ever so slightly rubbing against his while he secured the pin. Soon his legs were wrapped around hers and they were left with little space between them.

"Four!"

"Five!"

"Six!"

The referee continued the count. After a few loud slaps of the mat Erin would slowly open her eyes. Her vision was blurred at first but soon Blaise came into focus. She hadn't expected him to be so close and so she couldn't help it when her face flushed a light red. There was a lot going through her mind right now, mainly details of the rather intimate pin. She couldn't quite get any words out though. Instead the redhead just turned her head to the side, unwilling to bear what she knew was about to be a smug expression appearing on Blaise's face.

[CyanDimitrik]

Little space quickly becomes no space in terms of the distance between them. Blaise is pressing against her in a way that is most assuredly beyond the necessary amount for professional wrestling, savoring every last second of this. Not just the intimate contact with a girl he reluctantly has to admit is severely attractive, but in finally beating her. And when her head turns from him, a bright, if lopsided grin overtakes his features. It's a little thing, but seems so much like a submission to him. His face lowers to gently press his nose into her cheek; a small, but happy gesture. Maybe even affectionate.

His heart is hammering hard against her chest, breathing already labored, but now excitedly hastened. He shifts into her a little more, as if to press her somehow tighter to the mat. The result is an added grind against her hips, a teasing stroke. His hands grip her wrists a little tighter with each thump of the referee's hand beside them.

"Seven!"

"Eight!"

"Nine...!"

Is this it? Does he finally have Erin?

[Noob]

Erin could now feel Blaise's breath against her cheek as the referee continued the count. He was enjoying this, that much was obvious. She could feel every movement Blaise made including a not so inconspicuous grinding motion against her. Meanwhile the redhead lay there panting. Already knowing that she was beaten she didn't resist much as the final count was made.

"Ten!!!"

And with that Erin had lost. She couldn't believe that Blaise had beaten her although after his performance she would have to admit he deserved the win. With Blaise continuing to tease her though her thoughts didn't have time to linger on any feelings of disappointment. Instead she was just struggling to keep her composure. "F...fuck." She would respond to the loss, a slight shakiness to her voice.

The referee was slow to try and separate the two, not that Erin was in too much of a hurry. The redhead slowly turned her head to look back up at Blaise. She would let out a huff, trying to blow some stray strands of hair out of her face. "I know you're havin' fun being on top...but that was ten." Erin managed to say between deep breaths.

[CyanDimitrik]

That huff of air washes against Blaise's face. And the face he's giving her when she looks back up at him is all flushed smiles. He best her. He actually beat her.

"Guess so...," he pants softly back at her. "Plenty of time for that.. later.. now that you're mine~."

He couldn't be enjoying this moment any more. But the insistent pawing of the referee finally draws him up off of her sweaty feminine figure. Trunks really aren't doing a good job of hiding anything at this point, and there's little he can do about it as his hand is raised.

But those bright blue eyes never leave Erin.

Winner by Pinfall: Blaise Cameron